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thepnutgalleryBen did laundry in the morning while I hit the gym. He was still working on it when I got back, so I updated my journal in my shorts instead. There was an “Italian Trattoria” buffet midship, and another Pub Lunch downstairs. There was literally nothing for me at the pub lunch last time, so we opted for the buffet. Not so much at the buffet either, but I was able to get something. Maybe it was the lack of food, or maybe it’s just the anxiousness of getting home soon, but I was in kind of a bad mood. Ben mentioned that he’d been able to get the MachoFucker DVD finally working, so I imagined he wanted to fool around. I had some energy so I hit the gym a 2nd time, just for more abs and biceps. I was gonna keep reading when I got back, but decided to play anyway. Ben was pleasantly surprised, but mentioned again that this was an appetizer, and we should have dessert later. Certainly not going to reject the notion, but I didn’t think it was likely, either.
We were meeting everyone for the LGBT dinner at 7:45, and got there just a couple minutes early. Everyone else was 5-10 minutes late, and we split into 2 groups. Mostly boys at our table, and mostly girls at the other. Fran, the mother in AA was the only exception. I felt bad for Ben, because he’d been saving his wine card to get bottles for everyone tonight, but everyone except one of the lesbians at the other table declined. I wasn’t sure if this was for Fran, but if it was, I thought it ridiculous. I’m vegan, but that didn’t stop people from ordering veal. I was surprised at how much I liked Fran, and how little I liked Tim, the flight attendant. Tim told most of the same stories we’d all heard. Towards the end of dinner, Regina joined us and the conversation turned to RuPaul’s Drag Race. Tim isn’t familiar with it, so kept trying to butt in with non sequitors about other topics. It was ridiculous. There was a Broadway themed show by the ship’s singers & dancers, but we were fucking for the first show, started dinner by the second, and were finishing up as the 3rd one started. Oh, well. Jennifer and Regina were going to the 80’s night after watching some comedian, and I was going to maybe join them, but I just read until a little after midnight instead. I don’t want to develop a dependence on sleeping pills, and opted not to take one. My dreams were filled with pop songs and spider faces, and I didn’t sleep much.
We were meeting everyone for the LGBT dinner at 7:45, and got there just a couple minutes early. Everyone else was 5-10 minutes late, and we split into 2 groups. Mostly boys at our table, and mostly girls at the other. Fran, the mother in AA was the only exception. I felt bad for Ben, because he’d been saving his wine card to get bottles for everyone tonight, but everyone except one of the lesbians at the other table declined. I wasn’t sure if this was for Fran, but if it was, I thought it ridiculous. I’m vegan, but that didn’t stop people from ordering veal. I was surprised at how much I liked Fran, and how little I liked Tim, the flight attendant. Tim told most of the same stories we’d all heard. Towards the end of dinner, Regina joined us and the conversation turned to RuPaul’s Drag Race. Tim isn’t familiar with it, so kept trying to butt in with non sequitors about other topics. It was ridiculous. There was a Broadway themed show by the ship’s singers & dancers, but we were fucking for the first show, started dinner by the second, and were finishing up as the 3rd one started. Oh, well. Jennifer and Regina were going to the 80’s night after watching some comedian, and I was going to maybe join them, but I just read until a little after midnight instead. I don’t want to develop a dependence on sleeping pills, and opted not to take one. My dreams were filled with pop songs and spider faces, and I didn’t sleep much.
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